STAB YO ASS lyrics

[Intro: Lofty305]
Yuh, it's Lofty30-motherf*ckin'-5
Known for makin' all them damn slaps, but not this one, 'cause this is a Slikk one
Yup

[Verse 1: Lofty305]
Me and my budder posted up
In the middle of the club wit' a bottle of bup
'Bout to splash that sh*t on a fine ass b*tch
Wet her t-shirt, wet t-shirt contest
Lofty305 treat b*tches like objects
Lofty305, yeah, your b*tch is a prospect for my pimpin'
Hold up, hold up
Let me take a breather, then I put some pimpin' in it
Lofty305 only know that lavish livin'
Yeah, all these hoes wanna suck my di*k
'Cause I'm charmin' ass n*gga and I keep that sh*t
On lizzock, suck my cizzock
Stupid b*tch, no, I'll never stop
Like a motherf*ckin' stop sign, I shine
Lofty305, yeah, I stay grindin', yeah, I stay shinin'
Yeah, the hoes love to give a n*gga fresh diamonds
'Cause I keep their motherf*ckin' climax climbin'
Even when they f*ckin' nut, then they nut again
Lofty305, 'bout to f*ck her stripper friend
And I let 'em into my crib
But I kick 'em out soon as they just suck a di*k
And make a n*gga nut all over they dress
I'm Lofty305, do I mack a n*gga? Yes
[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]
Oh my God, oh my God, yeah, you know my di*k is long
When she see's at the party, yeah, she wants to give me dome
Then I take her to the bathroom, then I turn the water on
They gon' hate me when I [?] 'cause I skeeted on her skull, hoe
Here I go again, know my swagger got a dagger
And her pus*y wet, I stab her, 'cause I'm Jason, I'm [?]
b*tch, I'm just 'bout swagger and I never smoked a bad b*tch
'Cause I smoke a lot of kush and I see her at the [?]
She ain't mine 'til he embarrassed, but she know she tryna rob
I punch her in her mouth and now she's bleedin' suwoo blood
She's bleedin' suwoo blood out her lips and now I hugged
On that b*tch, you know she tell on me and police know where I was, no
[?] know they knew where I was
But I ran down the corner and I had to get that bud
Right there and I drink it by myself
Strike her in her face, on her lip
Now I'm like a biker tatted up on my arms
And you know I got that charm
'Cause I f*cked her in her pus*y, gave her pus*y bodily harm
With my c*ck, with my c*ck, and I f*cked her, didn't stop
And you know I [?]
Everybody know what I represent is Cokey Shorez
Posh Gang, CSPG, all these hoes, you know they sl*ts
Yeah, they bring a n*gga money 'cause it really don't matter
And you know her pus*y wet, I'ma make it splatter
Wit' that c*ck, make it shatter, and I beat them walls down
Ruben Slikk, yeah, you know I told that hoe to calm down
Shut yo mouth, shut yo mouth, b*tch, get up out my house, b*tch
Finna f*ck some hoe's in the back then I'm out, b*tch
Hop up in that 'Lac, suit on, Louis Vizzle
Got a bad b*tch sippin' on that lean drizzle
Put a X pill in that b*tch, get the Skittles
Get the damn molly and you split it down the middle
Put it in your lean, then you share it wit' your b*tch
Let that b*tch get horny, then you let her take the di*k
Put her leg up in a V motion, then you stick
di*k pipe up in her twat, let me stretch that coochie, b*tch
When you hear that queef, b*tch, then you know you hit it right
'Cause it's queefmobb on that ass when you f*ck her day to night
When you f*ck her day to night, b*tch, it's queefmobb on that ass
And you know you got that X and you know we got the Xan
She got a hunnid pack, holla at your man
Holla at the kid 'cause it's fifty for the gram
Sike, b*tch, it's sixty-five 'cause that sh*t so pure
That sh*t that pure yayo, man, that sh*t that pure yayo
Yeah, that sh*t that pure yayo
And you know I'm Jesus 'cause I am from Bethlehem
[?] boys and you know we keep the pans
Always tight 'cause he don't give a damn
Money, money, money, robbin' all the b*tches
Beat a n*gga ass 'cause he actin' so suspicious
b*tch, you got a wire? I'ma stab you in your neck
b*tch, you got a wire? I'ma stab you in your chest
pus*y n*gga, I am Chucky, you know I'm finna kill you
You know we don't give a f*ck, I'm Scream, I'ma kill you
b*tch, I'm Michael Myers, b*tch, I'm Michael Myers
Stab you in your stomach, do your ass like Michael Myers
Chop ya head off (Christboss)